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learashiPairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Disclaimer: I own neither Christmas nor Arashi
Summary: “Masaki, normal people don’t dress up in costumes for Christmas,” Sho complained.
A/N: Welcome to my random Arashi Christmas Drabbles - each under 1000 words long. How many there will be is also random – depending on my level of Christmasosity (and yes I know that’s not a word but it's late in the year and I'm tired).
“Masaki, normal people don’t dress up in costumes for Christmas,” Sho complained.
His boyfriend was flicking through a garishly coloured catalogue with a look of intense concentration on his face, seemingly oblivious to Sho’s words.
“But is isn’t just Christmas, it’s my birthday too,” Masaki said as he pulled out his thick tipped marker pen and drew a messy circle the latest item to attract his attention.
“I know that, and that’s why I’ve made reservations for dinner for us at your favourite restaurant on that night,” Sho replied.
For some reason this also seemed to be the wrong thing to say, judging by the way that Masaki’s face fell after Sho finished speaking. “But I wanted us to stay in,” he whined. “Can’t you just cook me something instead?”
“How about I order dinner to be delivered?”
“But I like your cooking,” Masaki replied, twirling a lock of Sho’s hair around his finger, something which never failed to work when he wanted something from his boyfriend.
“I knew there was a reason why I love you,” Sho joked. “But seriously, you really want that?”
“The only thing that matters on my birthday is dessert. It doesn’t matter if everything else is basic,” Masaki confirmed with a nod.
“If that’s what you really want, then that’s what you’ll get,” Sho said, pecking Masaki on the lips. “You know that on that day your wish is my command.”
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Things were actually going pretty smoothly for Sho in the kitchen. Masaki was due home any minute and the table was already laid with their best china and crystal wineglasses. If he was being perfectly honest with himself it wasn’t precisely their best tableware since he’d borrowed it from Jun, but he’d set the table himself so it still counted.
A package from the costume company had arrived earlier addressed to Masaki and Sho had left it in the bedroom for him to change into when he arrived. He was a little confused by its small size but he figured that they were just really good at packing things into small boxes to save their customers some money on shipping.
Sho hoped that Masaki wasn’t going to be late, the noodles were almost ready and Jun had warned him not to let them get soft by leaving them in the broth too long. Actually Jun had mostly prepared the dinner himself. He'd dropped off containers of pre-chopped vegetables and thinly sliced meat along with a pot of broth that he'd prepared earlier. Sho only felt the faintest of twinges of guilt at letting Jun do all the work while he grabbed the glory. At least he'd ordered and picked up the chocolate-cherry cake himself.
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"Masaki hurry up and change into your costume so we can eat." Sho knew that his boyfriend wouldn't eat until he had at least inspected the contents of the small package.
When Masaki emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later he looked completely normal, wearing comfortably worn jeans and a fuzzy sweater.
"I thought you wanted to put your costume on?" Sho queried as he served the noodles.
"I have."
"But where are the reindeer antlers or the flashing lights?"
"Do you really think that I'm so childish?"
"Well last year..."
"I learnt my lesson when we couldn't get the zipper undone. This year I want to be sure of getting some birthday sex."
Sho blushed and stuttered "B-but I cooked."
"Did you really? Because that looks a lot like Jun's fsvourite noodle dish from here." Aiba said as he moved close to his boyfriend and squeezed his bouncy ass.
"And there's cake," Sho squeaked as Aiba moved his hand to the front of his trousers and tweaked his dick.
"Aren't you at least a little bit interested in what I'm wearing?" Aiba asked as he began to unbutton his jeans.
Sho could only watch on in speechless amazement as Aiba stripped off, revealing the most astonishing underwear that he'd ever seen. He was wearing a pair of extremely figure hugging boxers that were almost seethrough and covered with diagonal red and white stripes like a candy cane. The sheer fabric gave Sho a clear view of Aiba's long and thick cock and he suddenly found it hard to breathe.
“Come on Sho-chan,” Aiba said, tugging Sho’s hand and pulling him in the direction of their bedroom. “I’ll even let you lick my peppermint stick,” he added with a suggestive wiggle of his hips.
Peppermint was suddenly Sho’s all-time favourite flavour.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: fluff
Disclaimer: I own neither Christmas nor Arashi
Summary: “Masaki, normal people don’t dress up in costumes for Christmas,” Sho complained.
A/N: Welcome to my random Arashi Christmas Drabbles - each under 1000 words long. How many there will be is also random – depending on my level of Christmasosity (and yes I know that’s not a word but it's late in the year and I'm tired).
“Masaki, normal people don’t dress up in costumes for Christmas,” Sho complained.
His boyfriend was flicking through a garishly coloured catalogue with a look of intense concentration on his face, seemingly oblivious to Sho’s words.
“But is isn’t just Christmas, it’s my birthday too,” Masaki said as he pulled out his thick tipped marker pen and drew a messy circle the latest item to attract his attention.
“I know that, and that’s why I’ve made reservations for dinner for us at your favourite restaurant on that night,” Sho replied.
For some reason this also seemed to be the wrong thing to say, judging by the way that Masaki’s face fell after Sho finished speaking. “But I wanted us to stay in,” he whined. “Can’t you just cook me something instead?”
“How about I order dinner to be delivered?”
“But I like your cooking,” Masaki replied, twirling a lock of Sho’s hair around his finger, something which never failed to work when he wanted something from his boyfriend.
“I knew there was a reason why I love you,” Sho joked. “But seriously, you really want that?”
“The only thing that matters on my birthday is dessert. It doesn’t matter if everything else is basic,” Masaki confirmed with a nod.
“If that’s what you really want, then that’s what you’ll get,” Sho said, pecking Masaki on the lips. “You know that on that day your wish is my command.”
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Things were actually going pretty smoothly for Sho in the kitchen. Masaki was due home any minute and the table was already laid with their best china and crystal wineglasses. If he was being perfectly honest with himself it wasn’t precisely their best tableware since he’d borrowed it from Jun, but he’d set the table himself so it still counted.
A package from the costume company had arrived earlier addressed to Masaki and Sho had left it in the bedroom for him to change into when he arrived. He was a little confused by its small size but he figured that they were just really good at packing things into small boxes to save their customers some money on shipping.
Sho hoped that Masaki wasn’t going to be late, the noodles were almost ready and Jun had warned him not to let them get soft by leaving them in the broth too long. Actually Jun had mostly prepared the dinner himself. He'd dropped off containers of pre-chopped vegetables and thinly sliced meat along with a pot of broth that he'd prepared earlier. Sho only felt the faintest of twinges of guilt at letting Jun do all the work while he grabbed the glory. At least he'd ordered and picked up the chocolate-cherry cake himself.
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"Masaki hurry up and change into your costume so we can eat." Sho knew that his boyfriend wouldn't eat until he had at least inspected the contents of the small package.
When Masaki emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later he looked completely normal, wearing comfortably worn jeans and a fuzzy sweater.
"I thought you wanted to put your costume on?" Sho queried as he served the noodles.
"I have."
"But where are the reindeer antlers or the flashing lights?"
"Do you really think that I'm so childish?"
"Well last year..."
"I learnt my lesson when we couldn't get the zipper undone. This year I want to be sure of getting some birthday sex."
Sho blushed and stuttered "B-but I cooked."
"Did you really? Because that looks a lot like Jun's fsvourite noodle dish from here." Aiba said as he moved close to his boyfriend and squeezed his bouncy ass.
"And there's cake," Sho squeaked as Aiba moved his hand to the front of his trousers and tweaked his dick.
"Aren't you at least a little bit interested in what I'm wearing?" Aiba asked as he began to unbutton his jeans.
Sho could only watch on in speechless amazement as Aiba stripped off, revealing the most astonishing underwear that he'd ever seen. He was wearing a pair of extremely figure hugging boxers that were almost seethrough and covered with diagonal red and white stripes like a candy cane. The sheer fabric gave Sho a clear view of Aiba's long and thick cock and he suddenly found it hard to breathe.
“Come on Sho-chan,” Aiba said, tugging Sho’s hand and pulling him in the direction of their bedroom. “I’ll even let you lick my peppermint stick,” he added with a suggestive wiggle of his hips.
Peppermint was suddenly Sho’s all-time favourite flavour.
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Date: 2016-12-10 04:01 am (UTC)Thanks for reading.